Lyss and I bustled the hell out of that dress... and she still managed to rip the train. That, to me, is the sign of an amazing night.
We were instructed to have a subtle entrance. Nailed it.
Maid of Honor speeches.
Following in the footsteps of a tradition that started when I got married, one of us gives the main speech and the other reads a poem from e.e. Cummings called "I Carry Your Heart."
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